Roger
I strain my ears, listening for the sound of Abby"s footsteps on the deck as she disappears around the corner. I noticed her slipping out of the cabin, so I followed her. I’m hoping to find out what she is up to. Something"s off, and although I"m uncertain of her destination, my gut tells me where she"s headed.
She thinks I"m ill, and while I"m not entirely in perfect health, I might have exaggerated a bit. How else could I draw the fox out of its hole?
I keep a safe distance, not wanting her to realize I"m tailing her. I figure perhaps she is sneaking out to meet that boy again, but when she appears at Blake"s door, my suspicions immediately shift. I know this is something more sinister than teenage rebellion. Blake isn"t someone Abby should be spending time with, and the thought
